Your body speaks my language.
A violent curse on me.
Your stare might be contagious and dangerously arousing.
Tell me something I don't know
before I lose interest in keeping up with my life.
And show me something I haven't seen
so I don't lose my grip from hanging on your body.
Something's not right.
My thoughts may be deceiving. I can't expect much now.
But I know that it's easy to please me without any doubt.
So tell me something I don't know
before I lose interest in keeping up with my life.
And show me something I haven't seen
so I don't lose my grip from hanging on your body.
Something's not right.
Oh, is my love true?
Will you sing my morning blues?
Can I take much more from you?
Or will you give me a reason...
Give me a reason not to believe you now.

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